As my car had temporarily become a bit unreliable I decided to spend my day-off walk locally. Last year I’d walked westward along the coast, so this time the opposite direction was a pretty obvious choice. I headed down to the former Buckpool Harbour and from there followed The Moray Coast Trail, running between Forres and Cullen. Initially it seemed…
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At the beginning of the Scottish leg of my priestly career, I was talking to a local man at a reception. In our casual, informal chat I shared my general views on the British and their habits. The first sentence I heard after I’d stopped was: ‘Father, I’m Scottish, not British.’ At that time it was a surprising declaration for…
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I had two options regarding my day off: not to go to any new place because of the forecast, or to go somewhere I’d already been to, but with good weather predicted. After too many days off missed I chose the latter. I decided to climb two hills I’d climbed as my first in the Cairngorms, but this time during…
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Last Wednesday, 4 June, President Obama joined many other world leaders gathered in Warsaw, the capital city of Poland, for a special celebration, which surprisingly was completely overlooked by the British media. Exactly 25 years earlier anti-communist opposition had a landslide victory in the first free, though constrained, general election since World War II. The domino effect soon followed in…
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So, Jesus has gone. We will not see him any more. What are we supposed to do? I think these or similar thoughts were lingering in the Apostles’ heads after they had said goodbye to their master. I’m pretty sure that, after so intense a time that they had spent following him, all of a sudden they somehow felt abandoned…